WC #23: The Times we had on the Baltic Sea!

A wall in upper old towne Tallinn, Estonia
Summed up our feelings for the whole trip!

A year and a half ago, I received the most extravagant Christmas present of my life. My children have always done a good job of choosing gifts for me that suit me or my relationship with them. Last year, though, Meg decided it was time for me to experience some of the family heritage that I have always held so dear, even though I know relatively little about it. On Christmas morning with a couple families together at Sami's house and everyone else tuned in via Skype, Megan (with the assistance of Andi & Cari, my two eldest granddaughters) presented a PowerPoint introducing my gift... a 2 week visit to Poland and cruise of the Baltic Sea! I was speechless and, of course, full of tears, but soooo excited! Cameron gave up taking Sami on a 2nd honeymoon to celebrate their 15th anniversary so that she could accompany Meg & I on this marvelous excursion! We were going to Europe. With our passports!

The preparations began! We all got new luggage that would be easy to spot in airports and cruise terminals. Bright orange for Sami; hot pink for me; and fun yellow checkerboard for Meg. Passports in line. Walking shoes purchased and before we knew it, May 30th arrived and so did Meg! 

June 1 my favorite transport driver picked us up in an SUV, loaded seven suitcases, purses and travel pillows and we were off to the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. 

The beginning was a bit worrisome when the ticket agent insisted that only Megan was on the flight and she insisted that it was our responsibility to find our reservations, but everything worked out eventually and we were on our way to Washington, D.C. to make our connecting flight and then on to Copenhagen, Denmark!

I became a fan of watching the progress of our flight!

My girls were able to sleep a bit better than I was...

Don't know if they even know I took this picture.
Shhhh. Aren't they cute?

From Copenhagen we boarded yet another plane that took us to our first destination:

Poznan Poland, birthplace of my paternal
great-grandmother, Bertha Guse!

In Poznan we stayed in the Hotel Bravaria on the old towne square. Sami had a bit of a rough night the first night there. She had the room closest to the square where there was a bit of a party going on in "Olga's" honor as she heard repeated, enthusiastic cheers for Olga. She was a great sport and her theme was "Party on Poznan!" She was also the first to recognize how EARLY the sun rises in June in Poland, especially after losing a day through time zones!

Original cobblestone street in old Poznan

Old buildings and farmer's market with
a variety of open air restaurants on the square.

It was so amazing to see the same buildings and sites that we knew my great grandmother saw as a young girl before she moved to the United States!

View from our "attic" hotel room.
Sami enjoyed listening to the parties at
night!

Oddly enough, we noticed everything around Poznan reflected a theme of two goats fighting... We had to hear the story. Apparently, in Poznan history, there was a king who was sponsoring a feast. Concerned that there wouldn't be enough food for all the people attending, he sent his cook out to obtain more meat. The cook returned with two goats. When the time came to butcher the goats, they were entertaining a large crowd by butting heads and fighting.

To this day, the goats come out of their respective towers and butt heads above the clock on the town hall every day at noon!

Goat fight at noon!

The cuisine in Poznan was much to our liking and, recognizing many flavors from my youth, believe "Grandma Guse" must have had a great influence on dishes I grew up eating.

"Cottage Cheese" served warm on baked potatoes, hot & sour soup (which tasted a lot like beef stew) and pierogies were the best! St. Marten's rolls, a very popular dessert, wasn't so popular with these Americans... 

reminded me a good deal of mincemeat pie, that I was also told was delicious as a child...

Quaint Polish restaurant with a variety
of pierogies for lunch!

Poznan has exceptional ice cream too! Who knew? One of our last taste tests there was parfaits. Meg had pistachio, I had beer caramel and Sami tried Seaberry. She wasn't a fan....

Sami putting on a brave face for her too sweet
Seaberry. I rather liked the beer caramel...

All too soon it was time to leave Poznan and head back to Copenhagen and the start of our cruise. Poznan is DEFINITELY one place I want to return to and hope all of my children and grandchildren make it there one day. For any of my cousins who may happen to read my blog... I highly recommend the trip. (And if you can handle the 8 flights of stairs, the attic room at the Hotel Bravaria!)

Meg's travel agent arranged for a driver to pick us up at the airport and deliver us to the Kong Arthur hotel. What a fun next phase to our trip, in a hotel with coats of arms on the walls...

and suits of armor posed in the lobby and hallways!

Devoting ourselves to eating authentically on our trip, we asked the desk clerk for a recommendation for dinner. Who knew that Denmark is really only well known for breakfast and lunch cuisine. So we took an alternate suggestion and headed to a Nordic restaurant "a few" blocks from the hotel. If you're headed to Denmark, I don't recommend it... but we were good sports and ate all of our 8 course meal.

Fried chicken foot with small lobster tail
and burning juniper twig... Ummm...Yum?

The next day, our tour guide and driver picked us up at the hotel and we began a grand tour of Copenhagen!

Across the street from the Kong Arthur

 I was thrilled to see my first REAL castle

and was fascinated seeing and hearing stories of Hans Christian Andersen, author of my favorite childhood stories and seeing the house where he actually lived.

Little Mermaid statue in Copenhagen.

Following the whirlwind tour of Copenhagen, we were dropped off at our cruise ship and prepared for a week at sea! We bought our beverage packages, the girls bought their spa packages and we headed aboard the ship! 

Having been on a cruise a few years before, I knew they were going to make us do an emergency drill, so my girls indulged their mother and we grabbed our life vests and headed for our Muster Station. We had the best organized, fun group on the ship! We know it!

The first passengers reporting!

We unpacked our suitcases... 

Checked out the view from our balcony...

And enjoyed our first night on the Baltic Sea! Wir kommen zum Deutschland!

The following morning, we docked in Germany. While we waited for our first tour, we found ways to amuse ourselves! Meg and Sami were entertained by a "Mr. Bean" lookalike...

while I tried to understand a man with a heavy Scottish brogue who came to sit by his wife near us. Thank heavens he had a good sense of humor and to my statement of "English" while pointing to myself, he spouts, again in his brogue "We' now, tha's thah bes' English I go'!" (My apologies. I don't know how to write in brogue... hopefully you get the idea though!)

One of the saddest sites in Mecklenburg was a remnant of the housing people lived in during the Soviet oppression.

Housing in Mecklenburg during
Soviet occupation

There was a big tour to Berlin that we probably should have gone on, but since there was a tour to Mecklenburg and we knew the Staffeldt family had come from there, we opted for that tour instead. 

Town square

We learned more about the tug-of-war with Russia and heard more about how they came in and "burned our stuff," 

Mecklenburg-Vorpommern Coat of Arms
The bull with the tongue out is supposed to
be frightening, seen as as sign of aggression.

but the tour was a bit rushed with no time for souvenir shopping and, unfortunately, we were three of about 12 people on the tour who spoke English.

Heaven forbid this Italian man would trade
places with Sami so we could talk...

Everyone else spoke Italian and we had an Italian tour guide from the ship... Needless to say, we didn't receive much attention... We very much enjoyed our time touring the grounds of Schwerin Castle though!

Schwerin, das Schloss

As we traveled on the bus, Megan found a road sign that she found especially entertaining..

Yes... it's pronounced the way it appears.
But it means "drive out" or "exit!"

When we got back to our ship, we traded some German passengers for some new ones and ended up with a delightful couple assigned to the next table for dinner each night. 

We set sail again, this time heading for Stockholm, Sweden. 

Cool ship as we approach Stockholm!

I loved seeing windmills of all types!
This was a shot from our balcony as we were coming near Stockholm.

This time we had a bus tour of the city with a few stops along the way. 

 It was reassuring to see the US Embassy...

And one of my personal favorites on the tour... The Abba Museum!!! Too bad we didn't get to make a stop there!

Sweden offered many more opportunities for souvenir shopping than Germany had and as we left the shop at the port, my girls had to pose with their "bums on the Sveeeedish!"

At least it's a Sveeedish horse...

Another night of sailing and we landed in Tallinn, Estonia! Prior to being given this awesome vacation, I didn't even know Estonia was a country! Now easily one of my favorite places in the world! Back to a personal tour guide, we saw beautiful sites and heard marvelous stories!

Lower olde towne Tallinn
Founded in 1154

I think Sami's FitBit said we walked more than five miles that day... mostly uphill....

The rooftops of lower olde town Tallinn from upper...
Beautiful!

Architecture in Tallinn is beautiful and a great deal of the original city walls still exist.

Lookout walk on the city wall

Cathedral in Tallinn reflects the Russian influence

Estonia suffered centuries of domination. A peace-loving people they found means of quiet protest. We were especially touched by the story of Estonians being forbidden to sing any of their own country's patriotic songs. New songs were composed to bring unity and loyalty to the people in ways their oppressors wouldn't understand. 

Amphitheater used by Estonians for
peaceful protest through song.

The oppression they suffered continued until the fall of communism...

40,000 people gathered in peaceful
through music...

We purchased many souvenirs in Tallinn, but my favorite of the whole trip is my little doll in authentic dress.

Back to the ship with one more stop to go! Our final stop was the one Meg had been looking forward to... St. Petersburg, Russia!

Sami & I were a bit leery to get off the ship when we docked. Our travel agent had said that Visas weren't necessary since we weren't spending the night in Russia, but the people on the ship said that unless we had a visa or were taking one of their excursions, we shouldn't get off the ship or we may not be able to get back on! I had visions of this marvelous vacation ending with me NEVER seeing American soil again, but Meg, determined that she was not coming all this way and NOT stepping on Russian soil, told us to just shut up and let her do the talking... fortunately she had taken a semester of Russian in college; enough to help her with the basic communication with the port authorities! It was still touchy while they called our Russian contact to verify that there was indeed a tour guide ready and waiting!

Meg, excited to be on Russian soil!

As all of the European cities we visited, St. Petersburg had beautiful architecture. What surprised me most was the number of beautiful churches and cathedrals!

Interior of one of the cathedrals
in St. Petersburg

While finding St. Petersburg a beautiful city and the people to be friendly, I was still a little uncomfortable watching the Russian soldiers march by...

And after spending the past 10 days hearing all the stories about the Russians invading other countries and "burning their stuff," it was quite amazing to hear our tour guide spouting the praises of their leaders who led those invasions!

Always one to live life to the fullest, Meg couldn't leave Russia without purchasing some authentic Russian vodka!

And raising a toast as we sailed on....

That night was our final night on the ship and we had to say good-bye to our new friends.... Lynn from Australia, who took it upon herself to let us know what was what... and occassionnally offered advise about how to eat some of the European dishes we were not familiar with...

Our waiter, Francesco, who initially seemed pretty grouchy.... but we got him to lighten up.

He even began to show signs of a sense of humor!

So many other exciting moments I haven't even touched on: Winning 450 euros at Bingo; Sami's exploding drink; Dances from around the world; Karaoke....

And before we knew it, it our ship was docking and it was time to return home, with mixed emotions. While it had been a marvelous experience and we had so much fun, we were all ready to be able to understand the language being spoken around us, to sleep in our own beds (special callout to Sami for taking the hide-a-bed for a week and Meg for sleeping without the aid of earplugs in a bed with her mother) and to eat a meal that we were familiar with and wasn't served in courses!

So, we packed our bags...

Bid our ship a fond farewell...

And began the long flight home... that, incidentally, presented an adventure itself since none of us were aware that we actually had to collect our luggage in Chicago and get it on the right conveyor to take it to the plane that would take us the rest of the way home.  Oh! And the fact that we were a bit confused on the time differences and thought we had MUCH less time to catch our final flight than we actually did! Better than the other way around, I suppose!

Enjoying some American cuisine at Chicago O'Hare field, waiting
for our final flight home. (As tired as I was, I have to say, I was
still easily entertained by my girls showing their jet lag...}

In closing, almost one full year since our adventure ended, I just want to say how incredibly blessed I am. I grew up with a strong sense of family with a pride in my heritage. I had parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and brothers who loved me and stood by me. I've been blessed with friends all over the country. And most of all I have been blessed by my God, who loves me enough to give me five wonderful children who know me and love me enough to work together to give me such a wonderful gift! This was a trip I NEVER would have taken on my own. My mind and my heart have been opened to new adventures and how wonderful to have adult children to experience them with me. I love you all and look forward to many more adventures! 

And now in honor of international dance night on the ship and the land of my ancestors.... everybody dance!

EY #10 Part 1: Tell about the religious background in your home

Religion has had an integral role in my life. Little did I know that the teachings of my youth and my natural curiosity would have such an eternal consequence on my life.

My mother was raised in the Evangelical United Brethren faith and my great grandfather helped build the church building that I attended through high school. In fact, Megan, my eldest daughter was "baptized" in that same church prior to my joining the LDS church.

Dad was raised in the Lutheran faith. While believing in God, he wasn't as deeply seated in the Lutheran faith as the rest of his siblings. They all remained Lutherans throughout their entire lives. My father adopted the EUB faith for my mother and they were married in the church my great-grandfather helped build.

I was "baptized" on my mother's 33rd birthday, May 1, 1955 in the home of Reverend Soltau. Rev. Soltau was the minister who married my parents and baptized both of my brothers in the Evangelical United Brethren Church on South 4th Street in Aurora, Illinois. Rev. Soltau had been transferred in the seven years between my brother Al's birth and mine, but it was important to my mother that I be baptized by the same minister. So, they took me to Naperville, Illinois where I was baptized by sprinkling with water. 

Infant baptisms are common in many churches and the EUBs were no exception to that tradition. Some churches call similar ordinances Christenings. In the LDS faith, it's equivalent to a baby's blessing. At any rate, many of the religions who teach infant baptism believe that a baby who has died without baptism will be denied entrance to heaven. As a child, I had a difficult time understanding why God would exclude an innocent, little baby for something so obviously out of their control. 

While we were always members of the church, activity wasn't emphasized, especially after we moved to Wisconsin and there was no EUB church in town. We occasionally attended the Methodist church there. 

As a child, I vividly remember a book I had about the American Indian and some of their stories and traditions. My mother told me about the Indian legend of the "great white God" who would return one day. While I wondered at the "return" of the great white God I filed it away in my memory. A memory that quickly came back when I was being taught the missionary discussions for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. When I learned that Christ had appeared to the people living in the Americas after his resurrection and that they were taught by him and promised that he would return, the legend began to make sense. 

I also remember a day when my mother was teaching me about putting my nickel in the offering plate during church. When I asked what happened with my nickel, she told me that the money went to pay for the church building, hymnals, etc. AND the minister's salary. "The minister gets PAID to teach us about God?!?!?" I didn't understand. That seemed like something everyone should do. Wasn't it? Another of my childhood curiosities that opened the door to my acceptance of the LDS faith.

When we moved back to Aurora from Wisconsin, we immediately returned to the EUB faith and, going into 7th grade, it was time for me to begin catechism classes. I attended class each Saturday for two years. I memorized numerous scriptures, all the books of the Bible and the Apostle's Creed. I took my turn regularly as an acolyte, lighting the candles at the beginning of the church service and snuffing them out at the end. And I learned the value of sitting in quiet prayer, just me and my Heavenly Father and I learned to recognize the way in which the Holy Ghost could communicate with MY spirit. During the two years of my catechism the EUB church merged with the United Methodist Church and in the spring of 1969 I was confirmed a member of Bethany United Methodist Church.

Church attendance was never a major part of my youth, but faith in God and an understanding that he existed, helped me through the deaths of my parents and I knew I was not alone. While I was in college and going through some difficult times, I began regularly attending the Methodist church in town and requested to become an elementary level Sunday School teacher. When I was feeling especially lonely and worried about Randy, I turned to my Bible, letting it open to answer my prayer and I felt comforted. Later that same week, Randy turned up at my door after nine months of no communication whatsoever.

The rest of my life has been strongly guided by the faith and trust I have in my Heavenly Father. He comforted me when we thought we were going to lose Samantha. He gave me strength and people to rely on when I was initially treading the waters of single motherhood. He has guided my career and made it possible for me to support myself and provide the necessities, and even some extras, for raising my children and he continues to guide my life and my heart. For these blessings, I am eternally grateful.

I failed! Yep! I failed April! If April had 31 days, I would have made it, but, alas, 30 days hath September, APRIL, June and November.... You know how it goes!

So, let me just say, I owe 2016 one extra.... May will have two... and I'm not counting this one.
This is just my penance.

See you soon!

LN #6: Tell Proud Moments of Being a Grandmother, Part 18!

Sloan Grandbaby #18
Brandon Spencer Sloan

Brandon Spence was a much wanted, much loved baby from the beginning; a result of prayers from family & friends, doctors and an unknown family in Utah. One of five adopted embryos, he was the lone survivor and I knew from the beginning, he would be a special, little fighter. 

Blue iced cupcakes announce a
baby brother for Abigail!

All too soon, however, the pregnancy announcement became bittersweet when an ultrasound showed that our special little guy suffered from a developmental defect that had prevented his skull from fully forming. The doctors told Bart and Emily that their precious baby would have no chance of survival and encouraged they terminate the pregnancy.

As Latter Day Saints, however, we know that our spirits existed before this mortal life and as part of the Plan of Salvation, we come to this earth to receive a mortal body to continue our eternal progression before returning to live with our Heavenly Father for eternity. The choicest spirits come to this earth for the shortest period of time, coming only to receive their mortal bodies before they return to Heavenly Father to continue their progression and fulfill their missions on the other side of the veil.

That said, Bart & Emily knew that they needed to give this special little spirit his opportunity to come to earth, to receive his body, no matter how short a time they may have him. Brandon Spencer Sloan (named for his Uncles Brandon Sloan and Spencer Crabtree) was born February 29, 2016 at 1:38 pm in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 5 pounds 8 ounces and 19 inches long.

Abigail gets her first look at her baby brother!

He was given a name and a blessing (the LDS alternative to infant baptism) by his daddy, who was assisted by Uncle Brandon and Grandpa Crabtree, shortly after his birth, so the ritual would be complete prior to his passing.

Baby Brandon Spence with
Daddy and Uncle Brandon

Emily had everything planned extremely well for Brandon Spence's birth day! Knowing we wouldn't have him long and wanting to make the most of every minute we did, she had outlined her plans to all of us, so we would be prepared for whatever happened and what the sequence of events would be. 

Once the vital steps in the plan had been completed, it was time to begin photo opportunities and giving everyone a chance to hold our special little stripling warrior. Abigail was first in line!

Uncle Brandon was very excited to get to know his namesake.

                                                  

Grandma & Grandpa Crabtree were excited for their turns as well!

Baby B had a very special monogrammed first outfit. Emily also found a woman who had started a foundation for families of children born with this condition, as she had also lost a baby this way. She asked Emily what color Baby B's outfit would be and sent Emily three little hats of varying sizes to cover his little head and protect his exposed brain. He was very stylish in his new outfit and hat!

Handsome Sloan Men!

Daddy would sing to Brandon Spence. I'm sure he was soothed by the familiar sound of his Daddy's voice and, on occasion, he was joined by Abigail and Uncle Brandon! .

Especially touching were times when the songs were "Heavenly Father Loves Me" and Uncle Brandon's special Buzz Lightyear song! Abigail made sure there was soothing Primary music playing on her iPod for Baby B to listen to when Daddy wasn't singing.

Heavenly Father Loves Me

Abigail even had an opportunity to introduce her baby brother to some favorite videos.

As each hour of our precious baby boy's life passed, we all celebrated. One hour turned into five; five turned into ten; ten turned into twenty and when we reached 1:38 pm on March 1st, we all sang "Happy One Day Birthday" with excitement and joy in our hearts! He made it one full day! He was indeed a fighter!

Shortly after that, however, it was time for Uncle Brandon and I to say our good-byes to Baby B.  

And in that time, Barton and Emily began to notice him having more frequent little seizures and experiencing problems breathing. As the grandma, the hardest part of all was watching the pain my babies were experiencing. Shortly before we left, Baby Brandon was experiencing a seizure, Barton was leaning close to Emily to offer her comfort and Brandon was there rubbing his brother's back, trying to offer comfort and support of his own. 

Brandon Spence returned to live with his Heavenly Father while Brandon and I were on our way to the airport. As Barton called to relay the news, he told Brandon that Baby B had a big smile on his face when he fell asleep for the final time. And why wouldn't he? He knew better than any of us where he was going and what experiences lie ahead of him. 

Adorable smile for Mom the night he was born.
Dreaming of angels? I believe so...

He fulfilled his mission here on earth. He received his mortal body. He became part of an eternal family. And now he's gone on to prepare the way for the rest of us to join him one day and to serve his Father in Heaven. There was never a baby born who experienced more love in a short twenty-five and a half hours than our baby Brandon Spencer. And never did such a tiny baby embody such a huge spirit as the one who reached out and touched each of our lives.

Brandon Spencer Sloan
Met his Forever Family February 29, 2016
Returned to his Heavenly Father March 1, 2016

How grateful I am for the gospel in my life and in the lives of my children. How grateful I am for the blessings we receive each day and in the knowledge that there is a God in Heaven and that Families CAN be Together Forever.

Families Can Be Together Forever

YA #9: Tell the story of your first date with Randy

In keeping with my commitment for 2016, here I am writing my January blog... as I predicted... on the last day of the month, which also happens to be Randy's 61st birthday!

So, for today's blog, I decided to write on the Young Adult portion of my life; question #9 to tell the story of my first date with Randy.  Now, if you've read the earlier posts, you already know the story of how we met in October, 1974. Randy, our friend Curt, my Zeta sister Robyn and I had become a pretty constant quartet. But in December, during finals week, Randy informed me that he had heard that Herman's Hermits were going to be performing in Decatur, Illinois the night before I was supposed to go home for Christmas break. Knowing that I had been a fan since "I'm Henry VIII, I Am" was released nearly a decade before, he wanted to take me. How could I refuse?!?!? So excited, I got dressed up (well, as much as a 19-year-old college student in the 70s got dressed up) and Randy picked me up at "the" house.

I was also rather nervous. This was the first time Randy and I were going out alone together and while I had had that moment several weeks before when I KNEW he was the man I was going to marry, I really had NO idea how he felt about me. So away we went in his orange Chevy Vega (named Ruda Vega) to the "club" in downtown Decatur. Except... there was nothing... I mean 
N-O-T-H-I-N-G, nothing! As in the "club" (which looked to me like a run-down bar) wasn't even open!

1973 Chevy Vega
Very similar to Randy's 

"Now what?" I asked. Poor Randy was rather speechless and sheepish for the first time since I met him. I mean, I HAD told him that I couldn't believe that HH would be performing in DECATUR... and certainly not in a lowly tavern... surely they were still too popular for that, weren't they? But in typical Randy fashion, he had insisted and now he sat next to me with the proverbial egg on his face!

So, he came up with a solution: "Wanna go sleazy bar hoppin'?" 
"Sleazy bar hopping?"
"Yeah. Sleazy bar hopping." 
"What's that?" 
"Well, it's like regular bar hopping, except you go to all the dives, where nobody goes."

Now where on earth he came up with such an idea and how he had any idea where all these "sleazy" bars were, I have no idea. But, what else was I going to do? I was all dressed up, with nowhere else to go and this was my chance to find out if there was anything to the impression I had of a future with this guy.

"Sure. Sleazy bar hopping. Let's go."
And we did. We hit six different bars that night. At the time, beer and wine were legal alcoholic beverages for 19-year-olds and we had our fair share at each of the bars we "hopped" into.

One thing that became obvious as we hit each bar was the same songs playing on the jukebox in each bar. Repeatedly through the night we heard Harry Chapin's "Cat's in the Cradle" and Billy Swan's "I Can Help." I've never been able to listen to either song without thinking of that first date with Randy.

It actually turned out to be a good evening. We got to know each other much better than we'd ever been able to while we were with Curt & Robyn. He talked to me a lot about his dreams for the future. How he had big dreams as an entrepreneur and I really believed him. I could see the excitement in his eyes and hear it in his voice when he talked about the possibility of having his own business, being his own boss and becoming a millionaire. I wasn't as impressed with the millionaire aspect; to me that was a bit of a lofty goal, but I thoroughly believed he had it in him to become a successful entrepreneur. He also spent a good deal of time that evening, looking me right in the eyes and telling me what his wedding would be like and how he was going to buy his bride the most beautiful dress money could buy. And I knew that in that moment he meant it and, looking in his eyes, I totally believed in my heart that he was talking about me. Before the night ended, he had convinced me to come back to Decatur for New Year's Eve. Who knew where that night would end?!?!?

The next morning, I went out to my car with my suitcase in hand to head home to Aurora for Christmas. I knew this was going to be a difficult Christmas. My mother had passed away from cancer nearly four years before and now my father had recently been diagnosed with bone cancer. This would not be a "normal" Christmas since Dad wasn't home, but was living in the home of his fiancee, so she could take care of him in his wheelchair. I was not looking forward to the time at home, especially after having such a fun night with Randy the night before. 

After putting my suitcase in the trunk, I went to get into my car and noticed a bag of saltwater taffy on my car seat. It brought a smile to my face as I thought of the night a couple weeks prior when Randy, Curt, Robyn and I had attempted to have an old-fashioned taffy pull at Randy's house. The whole experience was a fiasco except for the laughs we shared and the jolt of electricity shooting up my arms when Randy's and my fingers touched in the sticky, sugary mess as we tried to "pull" the taffy. The smile on his face and the look in his eyes told me that he had felt something too.

Next to the bag of taffy was a simple note, scribbled on a torn piece of notebook paper. It simply said "Come back real soon. Randy" With a smile on my face, I pulled out of the driveway, headed for the highway and as I left town was amazed to hear this song come on the radio:

Happy Birthday, Randy!

WC #22: REALLY?!?!??!?!?! Holidays and Resolutions

Did I REALLY only write three blogs through ALL of 2015? What a slacker I've turned out to be! I didn't even write about the latest addition to the Sloan family; grandbaby #17 and grandbaby #18 is due within the next three months!  Well, I'll have to change that for sure!

Let's see how I can do with a New Year's resolution. Since I'm pretty hard on myself when I fail at anything, I hate to make my resolution TOO difficult, so I think I'll make a goal to blog once each week in 2016 with a resolution to actually accomplish one each month! (Don't be surprised if the majority of the blogs are done on the 30th or 31st of the month though!)

So... my holidays were wonderful! They began in October when I made my annual visit to my Optometrist in Colorado, Dr. Sloan (aka my son Brandon). Due to my work schedule, I hadn't made it to meet my grandson, Emerson yet, and couldn't make it to his blessing the week before, so I went for Halloween!

Batman (Gray), His sidekick Robin (Emerson),
Superman (Bennett) & Spiderman (Krew)

Seriously, how else do you dress a family of boys but as SuperHeroes?!?! Mom Diedre borrowed my Maleficent hat and Dad Brandon donned some flannel and a fake beard to be Duck Dynasty, but I corrected him and told him that he needed to be "Doc" Dynasty instead! (Get it? Dr. Sloan? "Doc" Dynasty? Okay... I easily entertain myself, okay?) Anyway, Monument, Colorado has this great tradition for children to trick-or-treat to all the downtown businesses on Halloween afternoon. The kids made a good haul in a safe environment! It was a lot of fun.

Thanksgiving looked like I was going to be alone in Texas as Sam & Cam had made plans to go to Colorado for their annual visit to Dr. Sloan in November and I was supposed to work. My boss gave me approval to work remotely though, so I packed a suitcase, left work early and jumped in the minivan with Sam & Cam for the 12 hour drive back to Colorado for the second time in three weeks!

Bran's family holiday photo.

The visit was great, the cousins all had fun together and Diedre learned how to make the Thanksgiving turkey. The trip home slightly traumatic with bad weather through the mountains, but we made it home safely and able to report back to work Monday morning!

I put up a sparsely decorated Christmas tree on my balcony since my apartment is a bit small to add a tree and decided to only add ornaments that were significant to me for some reason:

One of my favorites on the tree from MY childhood!

Thumper was always my favorite character in Bambi.
He's always hung front, center near the top on my tree!

I had to add a memory from my first apartment with MY first Christmas tree!

Sylvester was the first ornament I ever bought...
He was joined by Ziggy and Shrinky Dinks!

Then came the addition of baby ornaments as my children joined the family:

Each of these were gifts from "Grandma & Grandpa" O'Riley
for Meg (on the right in '79) & for the twins (in 1984)

Then came all the fabulous homemade ornaments that children made in school.

Kindergarten ornaments!

Photo Ornaments
Sami always made sure hers was front & center!
Our dog Corky in the sleigh was always near the bottom, so he could see it!

Then came the real talent for making ornaments through cross-stitch...

Or because Randy thought homemade ornaments was a good idea...

Two that survived the years and the moves!

Then, when the kids got older, they began to give me ornaments that they KNEW would be special to me through the years:

The boys' high school trip to Disneyland
provided me a set of Sleeping Beauty ornaments;
my favorite Disney animated movie...

Samantha made sure I'd remember our family Christmas at Bear Lake:

Photo ornaments of each family!

And I made sure each family would remember our family Christmas in Memphis:

Every family got an Elvis' "Blue Christmas"
ornament to remember the traditions decorating our family tree!

And now, even grandchildren add to the magic of the tree...

A popsicle stick Christmas tree
from Abigail...

No Sloan family gathering is complete without some form of entertainment! On Christmas Eve when everyone was sharing or singing something special, Bart decided to entertain everyone with a flashback...

Bart's Elvis impersonation of Blue Christmas. Not the best...

While it was sad to not share Christmas with Meg & Brooks and their families, thanks to the wonderful world of technology, we were able to Skype and talk with everyone to share a part of the day with them; a reminder of the true meaning of Christmas and the importance of the blessing that we call family. It seems that Santa was good to all; young and old... As the "old" one, I know I am very pleased with each of my gifts...

Family time together ended with Andi's 13th birthday on the 26th! It brought her her own FaceBook account and a family outing to Main Event for bowling followed by ice cream at Grandma's house. Fortunately we were all safe from the tornadoes that were swirling around the area while we were having fun, with some pretty impressive scores (thanks to bumpers!).

The upper right corner shows the Sloan Family Youth
Bowling Team!!!

So much anticipation... and then in the blink of an eye....it's over and just a wonderful memory.

One to be treasured forever in our minds and in our hearts.

While I know everyone isn't as blessed as I am to have the love and support of children, spouses, grandchildren, friends, extended family and work associates, I wish a joyous, blessed New Year to all who may read this. May 2016 give you all that you need in your life to feel as blessed and happy as I am through all that God and his son, Jesus Christ, have to offer each and every one of us. (Use the link at the bottom to view a video to remind you to "not look back.")

Look Not Behind You